This is a song about "Ms jones"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Ms. funs-a-lot with a smile for the critics

I ain't trynna be politically correct

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

I think i just heard ms cleo

Hit the club she drop it low

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly